One of the most incredible moments in my life was when I first heard this artist’s record: “Love At The Five and Dime.” I remember the afternoon. It was in June or May ’88. Park Slope shadows off 7th and 4th – Bklyn days. DJ Vin Scelsa on WFMU up in the Bronx @ Fordham … Read More »
Thank you for listening. Click below image to listen. JMP
“Welcome to the Family.” Back in 2015-16 and living in NYC, I struggled with liberal democrats and trying to be “objective,” about the possibility of a Trump victory. I was engaged into fights, thrown out of establishments as an alleged “Trump” supporter, among other things. I was simply trying to have an ‘objective” conversation, yet … Read More »
I use to run with this music crowd. Some time ago. I was living along side the Hudson River. Just below the Sing Sing prison. It was a hard year for me. The August was hot and humidity no friend to the skeeters the size of June bugs, would have ya half alive at morn. … Read More »
Dave Mason was a huge influence on my early guitar performance days. I needed no. No introduction. It was sound at first hearing, that I was on the right road. And this song in particular. Always reminds me. I’ll never get it right. But I tried! ; )
I should hope. This post. Should say it all. Thank you for listening. JP
My elder sister, approx 1 years old
Circa 1957
Jose Rizo – Best Jazz DJ in SoCal-LA. You get a free lesson in Jazz with every episode.
If I ever missed a step, I’d be bought’n. Like all the rest. SOLD AMERICANby Kinky Friedman Faded jaded falling cowboy starPawnshops itching for your old guitarWhere you’re going, God only knowsThe sequins have fallen from your clothesOnce you heard the Opry crowd applaudNow you’re hanging out at Fourth and BroadOn the rain wet sidewalk … Read More »
Was going thru some troubled times… As I often wood, gtr in hand or ivory other… And get away from it all.. And believe again. In. Playin. Playing. Playing. And not letting it go. “Slipping away.” Thank you. Delano, JMP, (1997), “Playin,” Ray Mantilla on percussion, and the “Hudson River Skeeters.” John Michael Pendley, songwriter/producer.
Over the last year I’ve watched the southeast adjacent lot at Tustin and Coast Hwy in Newport Beach, CA, reduced to rubble and dust. A new establishment was incoming. That lot brought back memories to me. In the 1980s there use to be a Tony Roma’s restaurant there, that I worked at while in college. … Read More »
I’m always “900 Miles From Home,” if not a thousand more, but what can I say? What can I do?” The unity, crusade of dark angels, false pretenses and delusional self-righteous pretenses, have mounted a campaign on my person, “In extremis,” so long as I’m 900 Miles From Home, or just around the corner.
I’m never sorry I learned to play it. A time or two. And made many a face smile. ; )
“After Midnight,” by Eric Clapton But for otherwise. We should. B. “Pretending.”
But now. Mourning Irsay, dare I say – with such, such a heavy heart. Few have touched my life so deeply. James Irsay’s love of music and native genius found new ground on my dusty and distant muddy wit, pedestrian shores and wandering soul. As ships pass in the night, so too did I hear … Read More »
Telling it like it is. Like of “good peoples” person. All the way from Brooklyn and, then some.
Im thankful I still have the sense and ?? To look back at/to my roots. I’m from the mountains and hillsides NG is from. And I thank the lord I found her to remind me where I was from. From a Distance or otherwise. ; 0
Happy 2023 Thanksgiving to all. Missin John. Steve. And my “childhood memories.”
Vincenzo Camuccini (22 February 1771 – 2 September 1844) And how so much has changed so little, for over 2300 hundred years. Thanks to Pacifica/WBAI curators… ; )
